short fic (x2)
Another couple of short fics from the prompts at comment_fic
Prompt: Doctor Who, 9th Doctor, Earth's sky has always been orange, The doctor finds it difficult to return to his favourite planet after Gallifrey is gone. For lmx_v3point3
Note: This is the first time I've ever written for the 9th Doctor, and it is an unusual style for me.
The TARDIS lands in a council estate at the edge of London on a random day in the middle of the 1990s, local time. He fusses a bit when he opens the door and sees a familiar (but not-familiar) sky framed by concrete blocks of buildings. The TARDIS does not move. Something breaks, a cog, or a screw or a wire; something that will take a day to repair itself. He goes out despite his better judgement. She nearly throws him out. He mutters at her, but after all these years, he has started to trust that the TARDIS knows where he needs to go. Perhaps there will be something interesting to divert him.
There's a girl. Blond. It's been a long time since he had a friend in the TARDIS, and there is something about the sparkle in her eye that makes him grab her hand. "I'm Rose," she says.
"I'm the Doctor. Run!"
Plastic boyfriends, aliens, saving the day. Just like old times. It is not so bad when it is dark and the stars are out. The stars are different here, and there is no way he can confuse the lumps of human buildings with the spires of Gallifrey.
Inevitably, when dawn comes and the sky tints with orange light, he goes back to the TARDIS. He knows he does not want to come back. Too many memories.
"Come with me," he says.
"Sure. Okay. Where we going?"
"Do you want to see a blue sky? The Darradi have a blue sky. The sky over the great city of the Rixxi is green."
She pouts and says, "What's wrong with an orange sky?"
"Nothing is wrong with the sky."
She believes him, and they travel. For a long time. They come back to earth occasionally, but it changes. There are disasters. He wonders if there are things that he could have stopped. But, as Rose says the day they find her Mum's name on the memorial for the Dalek victims, it's only one planet in the sky.
Prompt: Doctor Who, 11, Amy, Rory (maybe River), in which Rory saves the day, for megans_writing
This is much more my usual style. Who would ever expect me to write about Rory saving the day... There is a bigger story here, I'm sure, but I'm not sure if it will ever be written.
Rory did not know why he was here.
Of course, if he had long enough to consider the small steps that resulted in him hiding in the wardrobe of the fourteenth queen of Sheba's enormous dressing room, it would have been logical enough.
And right at the beginning would be Amelia Pond's games as a child. She had fascinated him with games of the Doctor and his adventures. Sometimes he would be the Raggedy Doctor, shirt and all, but more often the Doctor was someone that only Amy could see and hear. They explored alien planets, fought monsters and duelled historical characters. Rory had been rescued from every possible danger (even if Amy had once forgotten him and left him tied to a tree past his bedtime).
So today was something new. He was going to have to play a new part, because they had never pretended this. Rory was going to have to save the day.
He had been lagging behind as he admired a painting. Amy and the Doctor were ahead and had thrown open another carved door. Something had hissed like gas escaping a cannister and the door had slammed shut, cutting them off. When Rory had reached it and pulled it open again, they were unconscious on a deep pile carpet. There had been time to check they were alive before he heard voices.
"...intruders..."
"...trapped..."
The Queen, he had thought. He had listened to enough of the Doctor's warnings to know that she was not someone who would be pleased to find them wandering through her private quarters. He ducked into a wardrobe.
Now he cracked the door open a little so he could see her better.
"You are such little creatures. So pink, and so curiously bald. You will make interesting pets for the Imperial Circus." She reached down and touched Amy's hair. "A fabulous colour. The follicles could be harvested..."
Rory swallowed. He did not have a plan yet, but he would improvise.
Perhaps travelling in the TARDIS was rubbing off, or maybe it was all that practice with Amelia Pond in Leadworth. He was becoming just as crazy as the Doctor. Or maybe he always had been.
He opened the door, and started saving the day. One small step at a time.
Prompt: Doctor Who, 9th Doctor, Earth's sky has always been orange, The doctor finds it difficult to return to his favourite planet after Gallifrey is gone. For lmx_v3point3
Note: This is the first time I've ever written for the 9th Doctor, and it is an unusual style for me.
The TARDIS lands in a council estate at the edge of London on a random day in the middle of the 1990s, local time. He fusses a bit when he opens the door and sees a familiar (but not-familiar) sky framed by concrete blocks of buildings. The TARDIS does not move. Something breaks, a cog, or a screw or a wire; something that will take a day to repair itself. He goes out despite his better judgement. She nearly throws him out. He mutters at her, but after all these years, he has started to trust that the TARDIS knows where he needs to go. Perhaps there will be something interesting to divert him.
There's a girl. Blond. It's been a long time since he had a friend in the TARDIS, and there is something about the sparkle in her eye that makes him grab her hand. "I'm Rose," she says.
"I'm the Doctor. Run!"
Plastic boyfriends, aliens, saving the day. Just like old times. It is not so bad when it is dark and the stars are out. The stars are different here, and there is no way he can confuse the lumps of human buildings with the spires of Gallifrey.
Inevitably, when dawn comes and the sky tints with orange light, he goes back to the TARDIS. He knows he does not want to come back. Too many memories.
"Come with me," he says.
"Sure. Okay. Where we going?"
"Do you want to see a blue sky? The Darradi have a blue sky. The sky over the great city of the Rixxi is green."
She pouts and says, "What's wrong with an orange sky?"
"Nothing is wrong with the sky."
She believes him, and they travel. For a long time. They come back to earth occasionally, but it changes. There are disasters. He wonders if there are things that he could have stopped. But, as Rose says the day they find her Mum's name on the memorial for the Dalek victims, it's only one planet in the sky.
Prompt: Doctor Who, 11, Amy, Rory (maybe River), in which Rory saves the day, for megans_writing
This is much more my usual style. Who would ever expect me to write about Rory saving the day... There is a bigger story here, I'm sure, but I'm not sure if it will ever be written.
Rory did not know why he was here.
Of course, if he had long enough to consider the small steps that resulted in him hiding in the wardrobe of the fourteenth queen of Sheba's enormous dressing room, it would have been logical enough.
And right at the beginning would be Amelia Pond's games as a child. She had fascinated him with games of the Doctor and his adventures. Sometimes he would be the Raggedy Doctor, shirt and all, but more often the Doctor was someone that only Amy could see and hear. They explored alien planets, fought monsters and duelled historical characters. Rory had been rescued from every possible danger (even if Amy had once forgotten him and left him tied to a tree past his bedtime).
So today was something new. He was going to have to play a new part, because they had never pretended this. Rory was going to have to save the day.
He had been lagging behind as he admired a painting. Amy and the Doctor were ahead and had thrown open another carved door. Something had hissed like gas escaping a cannister and the door had slammed shut, cutting them off. When Rory had reached it and pulled it open again, they were unconscious on a deep pile carpet. There had been time to check they were alive before he heard voices.
"...intruders..."
"...trapped..."
The Queen, he had thought. He had listened to enough of the Doctor's warnings to know that she was not someone who would be pleased to find them wandering through her private quarters. He ducked into a wardrobe.
Now he cracked the door open a little so he could see her better.
"You are such little creatures. So pink, and so curiously bald. You will make interesting pets for the Imperial Circus." She reached down and touched Amy's hair. "A fabulous colour. The follicles could be harvested..."
Rory swallowed. He did not have a plan yet, but he would improvise.
Perhaps travelling in the TARDIS was rubbing off, or maybe it was all that practice with Amelia Pond in Leadworth. He was becoming just as crazy as the Doctor. Or maybe he always had been.
He opened the door, and started saving the day. One small step at a time.